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No matter their age, some celebrities have old souls; poems written by celebrity poets and your favorite celebrities' favorite poems.

Do not let down the most beautiful September day
September, we do not let down every day, indifferent to the meaning of life, in the middle of the ordinary, the ordinary life is rich and colorful.
By Jeffrey C Allen3 years ago in Poets
To September: not to lose the Time, only born happy, not sad
This colorful autumn, as if overnight, riding on the cool evening breeze quietly arrived. Just past this summer, perhaps we have the regret of not letting go, but the lost years, that can never be recovered.
By Vernon K Wolfe3 years ago in Poets
Died For Devil
Died for devil I have seen stars in your eyes I heard voices of cars passing by I can see those lies in your eyes
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Poets
Social hierarchy
Social hierarchy is quite the dangerous illusion… an accepted social construct that was reached by what conclusion? The one we are programmed to believe is true…
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
The Cinema (A Sanctuary For Films)
Its a place for many things. Its a place I went as a kid, a teen, and now as an adult. Its a place for congregation (though some might swear its a religious experience).
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Poets
Geizael, and The Serpent scaled in Gold.
I give life unto thee! Dare I breathe the good breath of life in thy nostrils? I do dare such a thing! Live!
By Geizael, The Great Wicked Destroyer3 years ago in Poets
I Am (Past, Present, Future)
I am everything and everyone at once An interconnected web of life that I can access at will There is no barrier I cannot break
By Geizael, The Great Wicked Destroyer3 years ago in Poets
ELVIS AND ME
WE WERE BOTH WINTER BABIES ELVIS AND ME LIVING WITH MOTHERS WHO LOVED US TENDERLY BOTH MOTHERS LOOKED ALIKE IN EVERY WAY
By Joye C Lange3 years ago in Poets
Til The Day of The Serpent
Life is precious A gift to give good thanks for something truly sweet when you know agony Even if you've never seen the place
By Geizael, The Great Wicked Destroyer3 years ago in Poets
Wrecked pathway
Wrecked Pathway I was walking alone Each time I was thrown down Brown trees were shaking There was a wavy sea ahead
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Poets
Lady Jane Seymore
Among all of King Henry's wives he had only one favorite. She was meek, mild, blonde, and sweet natured. She gave birth to the king's longed for son.
By Danielle Mosley3 years ago in Poets
"I go to dice"
Taking to stick, controlling this game. Crowded around , new players, never to be the same. Rocking the table with quick wit ,
By John Lohnes3 years ago in Poets